The Billionaire's Secret Blood Sacrifice Bride

Chapter 9

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 18/04/2026

ction house. Cora leaned forwar

al on 5th Avenue," she told the guard

he gynecology wing. Cora walked into the restroom, climbed out the ground-fl

navigated the maze of corridors, clutching her phone with the photo of

r to a consultation roo

desk, wearing a pristine white doctor's

nuine shock crossed his face, but he instan

e marched up to his desk and

aking uncontrollably. "Is Kendrick sick? Does he

g codes, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his

knew she was a farm animal for the Yates fa

ck in his chair, adopting the cold, detached tone o

health evaluation, Cora," Cayde

at the screen. "It says 'stem cell d

ver the wood, invading her space. The playful arroganc

yden hissed, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "If you keep asking questions abo

breath catch. She stumbled backward, h

His chest tightened painfully, but he f

cribbled an address on it, and s

n't survive in that house anymore," he wh

ss the words, violent p

the security captain r

pulled her close, and violently messed up her perfectly

uards flooded into the roo

at the highly compromised, intimate positio

cross his face. "Whoa, boys! The beautiful lady walked into the

up the fact that she was investigating the medical report. She bit her

th disgust. He grabbed Cora roughly by t

her shoulder. Cayden was watching her. The sleazy grin w

V. The captain immediately keyed his radio. "

ription slip in her fist. Her mi

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“Cora thought she was the luckiest woman alive, married to a devoted tech billionaire who showered her with custom haute couture and obsessive care. But his "protection" involved locking her inside their San Francisco estate, forcing her to swallow foul neon-green supplements, and drawing her blood with highly classified veterinary needles. She thought it was just his extreme paranoia, until a cynical doctor cornered her at a charity gala. "Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very fragile medical specimen. You're his personal pharmacy." Terrified, Cora broke into Kendrick's hidden safe and found a medical report approving her total bone marrow and stem cell depletion. Kendrick wasn't a doting husband. He was raising her as a human bloodbag to save his terminally ill cousin. When she nearly uncovered the truth, Kendrick cried fake tears, claiming he only needed her antibodies. "Tomorrow, we are going to my private island in the Caribbean. Just the two of us. No internet. No guards. Just peace." Cora almost believed his vulnerable act, deeply confused by how a man who kissed her so tenderly could plan to slaughter her in cold blood. Then, while packing for the trip, she dropped a wooden box, revealing a hidden flight manifesto. Kendrick's return date was listed. Hers was completely blank. Stapled to the back was a clinical schedule: Intensive Marrow Harvesting - Final Stage. Patient will not require return transport. Hearing his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway, Cora gripped the sharp edges of the broken box. She was not going to be a slaughtered lamb on that island.”